At Night I Closed My Eyes And

They Build Their Own Hells.

Because He Had No Place He Could Stay In Without Getting Tired Of It And Because There Was Nowhere To Go But Everywhere, Keep Rolling Under The Stars.

Maybe That's What Life Is... A Wink Of The Eye And Winking Stars.

As I Grew Older I Became A Drunk. Why? Because I Like Ecstasy Of The Mind.

I Could Hear Dean, Blissful And Blabbering And Frantically Rocking. Only A Guy Who's Spent Five Years In Jail Can Go To Such Maniacal Helpless Extremes; Beseeching At The Portals Of The Soft Source, Mad With A Completely Phsycial Realization Of The Origins Of Life-bliss; Blindly Seeking To Return The Way He Came